Sleeping Beauty

January 13, 2014

Running my fingers through your hair;

Soaking in the serenity of your sleep;

Warding off the demons and their dreams;

Blissful ignorance written on your lips;

Praying you maintain this state of being,

Protected from all; that your sleep persists.

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